Support the Monkey! Tell All your Friends and Teachers

Help / FAQ

<- Previous | Table of Contents | Next -> Digital Library - Library-Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce


-Father Dolan came in today and pandied me because I was not writing my theme.

The rector looked at him in silence and he could feel the blood rising to his face and the tears about to rise to his eyes.

The rector said:

-Your name is Dedalus, isnít it?

-Yes, sir.

-And where did you break your glasses?

-On the cinderpath, sir. A fellow was coming out of the bicycle house and I fell and they got broken. I donít know the fellowís name.

The rector looked at him again in silence. Then he smiled and said:

-O, well, it was a mistake; I am sure Father Dolan did not know.

-But I told him I broke them, sir, and he pandied me.

-Did you tell him that you had written home for a new pair? the rector asked.

-No, sir.

-O well then, said the rector, Father Dolan did not understand. You can say that I excuse you from your lessons for a few days.

Stephen said quickly for fear his trembling would prevent him:

-Yes, sir, but Father Dolan said he will come in tomorrow to pandy me again for it.

-Very well, the rector said, it is a mistake and I shall speak to Father Dolan myself. Will that do now?

Stephen felt the tears wetting his eyes and murmured:

-O yes sir, thanks.

The rector held his hand across the side of the desk where the skull was and Stephen, placing his hand in it for a moment, felt a cool moist palm.

-Good day now, said the rector, withdrawing his hand and bowing.

-Good day, sir, said Stephen.

He bowed and walked quietly out of the room, closing the doors carefully and slowly.

But when he had passed the old servant on the landing and was again in the low narrow dark corridor he began to walk faster and faster. Faster and faster he hurried on through the gloom excitedly. He bumped his elbow against the door at the end and, hurrying down the staircase, walked quickly through the two corridors and out into the air.

He could hear the cries of the fellows on the playgrounds. He broke into a run and, running quicker and quicker, ran across the cinderpath and reached the third line playground, panting.

<- Previous | Table of Contents | Next -> Digital Library - Library-Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce

All Contents Copyright © All rights reserved.
Further Distribution Is Strictly Prohibited.

About Us | Advertising | Contact Us | Privacy Policy | Home Page

In Association with